The blonde haired man was scrutinizing every detail of the Ifrit, muttering to himself. He was making several observations, his face scrunched deep in thought as he would guess the materials, the calculations made for the ship, wondering who had made the blueprints and where he could ask. His eyes were burning with a passion that would put the sun itself to shame as his eyes darted this way and that. The teleporter was a refined, updated waystone, this much he was definitely sure, using approximately three hundred times the amount of Mist a normal Waystone would use. No, it would have to be more considering the speed they had come, unless the teleporter was equipped with a Mist filter, in which case it wouldn't use as much Mist to compensate for the new stone? He was ninety nine percent sure that the metals used were a mixture, he had seen the same of other Archadian ships, but he would daresay that the Ifrit had maybe four or five metals instead of the standard two or three. Not only was the build itself a marvel, but the ship boasted both functionality and style! Truly a sight to behold! No wonder the Ifrit was on all the watchlists; Archadia was probably kicking itself in the shin for letting such a magnificent peace of work out of its hands! All this and he hadn't even examined the engine yet!

Reia, on the other hand, was a little more nonchalant to the whole ordeal. She was more than well aware that Archadia was much more technologically ahead than Rozarria. It wasn't that it wasn't impressive--she found many aspects quite fascinating, actually--it was more that technology itself never really interested her personally. The strange voice was something else though, especially since it responded to Jaakuna. Lorenzo would perk up immediately, staring at the ceiling. Reia let out a slight sigh as she would shake her head. She definitely recognized that look, though unfortunately, Jaakuna questioned it.

A shine emitted from one of Lorenzo's eyes, his muttering now much more audible as he would point to the ceiling. "[b][color=f26522]An artifical intelligence![/color][/b]" He finished Jaakuna's statement, a crazy grin on his face. "[b][color=f26522]But not just any old A.I., a self-reactive assistant capable of steering the ship and having complete control over any and all of the ship's various amenities and controls! She even calculates arrival times! The complexity behind it is astounding![/color][/b]"

Reia stared at Lorenzo blankly, having absolutely no idea what he was talking about. "[b][color=turquoise]...Perhaps...a tour of the facilities is in order...?[/color][/b]" She asked rather hesitantly, as if afraid of Lorenzo's reaction.

Lorenzo was bouncing like a kid in a candy shop. "[b][color=f26522]A tour! That's a great idea![/color][/b]"

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As Grant would climb in, he couldn't help but notice Savayna's rather nonchalant attitude about the whole situation. He really thought she would be happy with the situation, but he wasn't quite sure what was bringing her down. Well, there was always the fact that she hadn't seen her family in a while. Perhaps they weren't on good terms? It sure would make things harder for him, wouldn't it?

"[color=purple][b]Do try to contain your excitement.[/b][/color]" He couldn't help but tell her as the ship would take off.

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The palace was quiet, the absence of the Empress causing most operations to be put on hold. Any servants that were around were tending to their business quietly, the guards at their stations as they always would be. It was oddly nostalgic as Emiri roamed the halls, recalling that only silence accompanied her. Back then it was a comfort, but now the only thing it did was remind her just how alone she really felt.

A part of her was still in shock; she really didn’t think Jaakuna would leave her behind. It hurt to think she was nothing more than a burden the way she was now. She was always so independent before, now she felt weak again. Had she learned nothing? He had thought it was for the best. Their conversation from last night replayed in her head, and she felt nothing but bitterness. Sorrow. Frustration. Betrayal. Desperation. The emotions swam around in her heart freely, her mind an utter mess of thoughts that came and went as they pleased.

She winced, the familiar sensation of pain filling her head. Of course the pains would return, as if she didn’t have enough to deal with. They would come in fiercely, though they would subside after a moment. She didn’t feel well at all, but lying in bed was the last thing she wanted to do. She wanted to do…well, [i]something[/i]. Anything. Anything that would distract her from her feelings of betrayal and abandonment. 

[i]Don’t be so dramatic,[/i] She couldn’t help but mentally reprimand herself. [i]This is exactly why you ended up in this situation.[/i]

She ended up wandering back into her old room, and let herself fall onto her bed. She let out a rather frustrated groan, burying her head in the sheets. Maybe a nap would fix things. No, it wouldn't, it's been far too long since she slept in a bed by herself, and she missed his presence terribly.